Prologue
She would not be one of them.
One of those same-faced girls living pointless lives just to die for one person, one man with a fake name and many, many faces.
No. Not me.
She would not be one of them, forgotten under layers of dirt or crumbled into dust. She knew what she was, knew who she looked like, who she was supposed to die for. She was an echo, but she had to make herself more than that. Her identity was nobody's but her own.
Amongst the crumbling walls of her home, she raised the camera parallel to her face, lamplight highlighting the scars on the pixilated version of herself.
"My name is Clarina Oswin, and this is a message for the Doctor."
A/N: First story, first time here, this part is quite short but there's more to come. I don't own anything, if I did many things would be different.